when diamond glint scatters through snow,
and frozen breath stifles words.
All the world is still.
May we take a moment this day to feel the still, the quiet?
May we listen for the silver in the morning.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Silver mornings
On this day, when the sun rises golden behind grey clouds,
when diamond glint scatters through snow,
and frozen breath stifles words.
All the world is still.
May we take a moment this day to feel the still, the quiet?
May we listen for the silver in the morning.
when diamond glint scatters through snow,
and frozen breath stifles words.
All the world is still.
May we take a moment this day to feel the still, the quiet?
May we listen for the silver in the morning.
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